Testi:
The Rolling Stones Sweet Virginia

Yes I got the desert in my toenail And I hid the speed inside my shoe. I want you to come on, come on down Sweet Virginia, I want you come on, honey

bitter fruits Yes, I've got the desert in my toenail And hid the speed inside my old shoe Well, come on, come on down, sweet Virginia Come on, honey

Yes I got the desert in my toenail And I hid the speed inside my shoe. I want you to come on, come on down Sweet Virginia, I want you come on, honey

sweet and bitter fruits Yes, I've got the desert in my toenail And hid the speed inside my shoe But come on come on down Sweet Virginia Come on honey

sweet and bitter fruits Yes, I've got the desert in my toenail And hid the speed inside my shoe But come on come on down Sweet Virginia Come on honey

sweet and bitter fruits Yes, I've got the desert in my toenail And hid the speed inside my shoe But come on come on down Sweet Virginia Come on honey

Yes I got the desert in my toenail And I hid the speed inside my shoe. I want you to come on, come on down Sweet Virginia, I want you come on, honey

virgins in desire kneel in worship before the myth. In anticipation of their own death, they await his coming. Sweet Jesus have mercy on me. Sweet Jesus

brother with his bike And he's got Guthrie running in his bones He's the hobo kid who's left his home And his Beatles records and the Rolling Stones